LYRICS : Gunshots – Vector

[Intro] Hmm, So up Samklef Samklef Turn On The Microphone, I Can’t Hear I Dey Hear Response

[Chorus] Everyday Dem Dey Hustle Well Oh The possibility Dey For Head Oh Everybody Eye Dey Red Oh Gunshots In The Air Slavery Is A Thing Libya Everyday They Try To Leave Here Don’t You Know It’s Hard To Live Here You Already know But F–k It, I’ma Say It How I Feel it

[Verse 1] See Alot Of Issues But I Know Dey Never Stopping I’m Here To Raise The Bar Make Sure It’s Never Dropping I See Many Street Kids, Surviving Like Aladdin The Only Difference It, There’s No Gennie Or Even Jasmine And Boys Try To Travel Are Getting Caught up On Some Slave Sh-t Here’s To The Government Suckled On Some Slave D–K Cos If You Made It Easy The People Wouldn’t Have To Travel And Now We Have To Worry About Bodies Underneath The Gravel But That One Na Even Of Dem See Them Bury But You Balling Like A Pro I See You Stef Curry I Know You Have The G-Boys But What’s The Reason Why We Have It ? You Wouldn’t Seek Food If You Had It You Wouldn’t Be Cool If Your Life Was All Live Check The Other Room and See If Your Wife Is All Wife

I Don’t Think So Breath To The Point Of Genocide? I Don’t Think So Here Is How I Think So You Understand Me From The Get-go No Be The Money Wey The Man Dey Chop Na em Come Be The Issue Drop Your Guns On One On One, See If We No Go Beat You But Violence Is The Not The Way I Hope You Take Your Own Advice Because If I See My Own I swear to God Bros Scratch Your Own Advice My Phone Is My Property Yes I Have The Owners Right To Show You Who I Talk To My Business Is Another Fight Let He Who Is Without Sin Cast The First Stone I Know I’ve Not Been Perfect Even In My First Home

The President Is Flying Out Everybody Is Flying Out But We Have Hospital Here Too I Think You Should Try Dem Out And Try To See The Bodies Of The Victims Of Sars The Gunshot Wounds In This Life Of Ours Cos The Rich Ones No Dey Go Through This Kind Of Issue The Rich Ones No Dey Go Through This Kind Of Issue

[Chorus] Everyday Dem Dey Hustle Well Oh The Possibility Dey For Head Oh Everybody Eye Dey Red Oh Gunshots In The Air Slavery Is a Thing Libya Everyday They Try To Leave Here Don’t You Know It’s Hard To Live Here But F–k It, I’ma Say It How I Feel it